How often
have we thought about
what's inside?

So preoccupied
with what's out there
we've forgotten

to lift the lid that hides
ourselves in canopic jars
of our own making.

As we reach
toward the stars for clues,
those lost parts of ourselves

remain undeciphered
as hieroglyphs
in silent tombs.

c. Douglas Fireman

I took this picture of a 'canopic jar' while in Egypt.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canopic_jar

The crunch of leaves beneath my feet
reminded me of her.
She was sixteen
and my Queen of Hearts.

Beneath that very tree
occurred a memorable alchemy
when I married the moon in her,
and she the sun in me.

That night, her lunar light
lit up my darkness, as the solar light
in me, entered, merged,
and illumined hers.

We danced circles
round our mandala of expanding love.
And then, the lights dimmed.
The lovers' moon and sun

sadly eclipsed
The crunching leaves
beneath my feet reminded me of her,
and I weep.

c.Douglas Fireman